This is life ->

Posted by kenji on August 5, 2012

The sun comes up every day,
The sun goes down every day,
Life fills the space between.
Going with the flow,
Doing what is natural,
Letting life unfold,
‘good’ or ‘bad’…
It doesn’t matter,
It is where life is juiciest,
and ultimately the most fulfilling.
A tree knows this.
A dog knows this.
We just need to remember it.
This is living,
This is life.


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Circles ->

Posted by kenji on August 1, 2012

Remember behind the mirrors,
You are seen as you are…
This time,
life packed in cardboard,
Smelling of dead trees,
regret, and… even hope.
You are seen.
Another time,
star shining bright
amidst sparkling eyes
manic high with a guru heart.
You are seen.
Life is circles
A dervish of beginnings and endings
leaving you exhausted & exhilarated
all in the very same breath


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One pair of Shoes

Posted by kenji on November 1, 2007

She’s just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy
because that’s just the way she is.
She moves, keeps on moving, in her body, in her life.
Actually, that’s what I like most about her,
and that’s what I hate about her.
I love the sunlight on her skin,
and how the wind plays with her hair,
I am grateful because he taught me how this is done.
This time.., her hair is jet black,
having the sheen of raven’s wings.
Are they gypsies too?
I imagine so, because they are so ‘here’ when they’re here.
Oft in bands, uncountable, sometimes as a sole spirit:
appearing to speak to me of mysteries and things unseen.

She’s just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy,
one dance away from being gone, again.
What’s interesting is…, when she does return,
like a warm breeze in times too cool for comfort,
she is completely different.
I only can recognize her by her eyes.
I’m not saying by color and shape but only by the soul that lies within.
When we are together, I cherish the honey,
the sweetness of our now and I well know the sting as things die.
There are times I think she very well may be the devil in disguise,
returning to torture my heart again and again,
but I gain…, I grow from our encounters

Just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy.
Maybe I can learn from her way of being, embrace it as mine own.
Yes…, its time to learn this lesson too,
to be free from the torment of waiting for her return.
This is for the lost and the lonely so I’ll no longer be counted amongst them.
It is time to dance to tunes unheard and gather travel dust on my shoes
til it falls to the ground like rain.

I just got a new pair of shoes today and I’m gonna dance to the horizon.
I feel that wandering spirit in the air,
no…, a warm breeze in times too cool for comfort.
The winds of change.
I believe I’ll be leavin’ now.

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Posted by kenji on April 24, 2006

Once living to ash
Dance my palm with wind to water
My tears to the sea

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End, begin, end…

Posted by kenji on March 11, 2006

Fire, cinders to ash
Apparent devastation
Phoenix Arising

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Posted by kenji on February 12, 2006

Had my orgasm
But searching for ecstasy
Who will show the way

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My own

Posted by kenji on January 8, 2006

Flirtatious talking
Alcohol flows too freely
Morning shows the loss

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Posted by kenji on December 17, 2005

Knit a new sweater
It’s always better each time
Wounds, the golden trim

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Each Day…

Posted by kenji on December 5, 2005

Once so fallen down
Pain, my harsh teacher of love
Universal days

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Posted by kenji on November 25, 2005

Hungry Ghost visits
Frequent friend and frequent fiend
From pain comes growing

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